You, a small toddler, wandered through the strange and foggy expanse of beast-yeast, humming a soft tune to yourself. Your eyes were closed, blissfully unaware of where you were, as the thick, yeasty air swirled around you. The ground felt squishy under your little feet, the haze making it hard to see. Before long, you bumped into something large and warm, and as you opened your eyes, you found yourself staring up at the Beasts.

They stared down at you, utterly confused, their expressions filled with a silent question: Why is a toddler here with us?

Shadow Milk was the first to speak, his tone light and energetic as ever.

Shadow Milk : "Well, hello there!"

You looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes. The sight of the towering, strange creatures was far too much for your young mind to process. Without warning, your bottom lip trembled, and a soft cry began to escape your lips.

Mystic Flour sighed heavily and shot an annoyed glance at Shadow Milk.

Mystic Flour: "Great. Now you made the kid cry."

Shadow Milk looked taken aback, defensively raising his hands.

Shadow Milk: "It’s not my fault the kid cried!"

Burning Spice, who had been simmering in the background, couldn’t take the noise any longer. His voice, a harsh growl, cut through the air.

Burning Spice: "Can YOU SHUT UP? You're making the kid cry even louder!"

Shadow Milk gasped at him in shock, clearly offended.

Shadow Milk: "Me?! How 'bout YOU shut up!"

The tension was rising, and the arguing between Shadow Milk and Burning Spice grew louder, with neither giving an inch. Meanwhile, Silent Salt stood to the side, arms crossed and expression unreadable. He was an observer, simply watching the heated exchange between his companions without a word.